My Wonderful Cloud
My wonderful cloud,
A catalyst for wishes,
Desires spilling out.
Gently, the cloud has
Rested its head, still full
Of dreams and thoughts, too.
I love the stories,
Coming freely to my cloud.
I gobble them up.
Like ideas to treasure,
They come willingly and free,
Floating my cloud.
It feeds on dreaming,
Chews on thoughtfulness, daydreams,
lives on fruits of heart.
My cloud, wondrously
Outpouring my thoughts and wants,
Precipitating.
Copyright © Morgan Pontious | Year Posted 2016
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